Omegas' Destined Alpha [Full Collection]

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

ZEKE

I wish I could do something about the awkward situation going on, but I also know that Wes doesn’t want to reveal our relationship in public and we’re pretty much public right now. But I also think that Nathan doesn’t care about it, I think it doesn’t anger or upset him or anything.

I keep holding Wes’ hand, I don’t want to let him go, I want to keep him close and with me. Sometimes I don’t know if that’s just some protective instinct because I love him, or if there’s something else going on, since I usually only like Omegas anyway. How does that even work? Especially when I also feel attracted to Nathan, an Alpha.

Nathan leans over the table, looking at the both of us. “It’s still early. I’d like to invite you to my place, if you’re feeling up for it.” He looks a little awkward but honest. I guess he can read the atmosphere well enough.

I eye Wes, who frowns again, I can see the thoughts going through his head, the different emotions on his face. He’s curious and scared and I keep seeing glimpses of the old Wes pop up, which I don’t like.

Then I look at Nathan. “I’d like to.” I’d like to get to know him better and I enjoy being around him. And I think that if Wes would relax, he’d agree with me, but we can’t do that here.

Wes is quick this time, standing up, a smile on his face that doesn’t reach his eyes. “You two go have fun. I need to use the bathroom. You don’t have to wait for me.” And he’s off, hiding again, hiding his fear and pain.

It hurts. Seeing him like this hurts. I want to take that pain away from him. But he’s not just closing himself off from Nathan, he’s doing it to me too. And that’s even more difficult. I can’t get through to him when he’s like this.

“Zeke?” Nathan’s voice is soft and I turn to him. “What’s going on?”

“He…” I shake my head, trying to figure out how to even say this. “He’s been hurt, badly. And I think that he thinks that you only want to talk to me, or that he doesn’t deserve your attention. Something like that. There are just… Too many things have happened to him, and it makes him scared. It’s not always easy for him.” Understatement of the year.

“How can I make it better?”

“I don’t know. I wish I could help. Really. I kind of…” I shrug. If I knew the answer to that question, I would have done it a thousand times over. “Yeah.”

“Tell me something about yourself, then.” Nathan smiles a little. “Something that not a lot of people know.”

“I’m really protective of the people I care about.” I shrug a little, smiling. I’m not giving him something without him giving me something about himself first, I already told him something about Wes that not a lot of people know.

“Fine.” Nathan really laughs now. “Something about me…” He closes his eyes for a moment and then looks at me somewhat seriously. “I moved here to make a new start because the city I used to live in has many bad memories for me.”

I nod, then Nathan’s eyes are on a point behind me, widening in surprise.

“I don’t have two, I have four kids.” Wes’ voice behind me is just loud enough for us to hear him, but not others around us.

When I turn around, Wes’ eyes are filled with fear, but also determination. “The eldest one is six, the youngest one is seventeen months.” He squeezes his lips together, something I know he does when he’s trying not to burst out in tears.

“Wes…” Nathan’s voice is soft, soothing.

“Now you know. Now you know why I’m no good. No Alpha would want someone like me.” Wes grabs his jacket, pulling it on roughly. “I’m going home. Have fun, you two.” He’s about to pass by Nathan, but the guy stands up, holding out his arm, but not touching Wes.

“Tell me more about your kids, please. And about you.” Nathan stands there, his eyes strong on Wes and something in my chest grows, to see them interact like that.

It makes my chest grow and tighten at the same time. It makes me want to hold both of them.

“I want to get to know you.” Nathan’s voice is rough.

“I’m no good. I’m sorry.” Wes looks my way.

“Neither am I.”

Wes’ eyes shoot to Nathan as he says it, surprise in them.

“We don’t have to be perfect to get to know each other.” Nathan drops his arm. “I just feel… I feel like I want to get to know you, need to.” He looks my way. “Both of you.”

Then, Wes does something I don’t expect. He nods. “Okay.” He takes a step back, his whole posture relaxing a bit. “Okay. But I’m not promising anything.”

“I’m good with that.” Nathan smiles, and then looks my way. “Let’s get out of here. My apartment is not too far away.”

Wow. That seemed almost easier than I expected. The way Nathan was able to get through to Wes, the only one who has been able to do that is me.

I don’t know what I expected exactly, but this wasn’t it. Wes must have seen something in Nathan, or he wouldn’t have accepted the invitation.

I stand up, grabbing my jacket too. “Let’s do this.”

Nathan’s apartment is simple. Functional furniture and a good number of shelves, filled to the brim with books.

When we get in, Nathan offers us something to drink and we step into the small living room. I sit down on the couch and Wes sits next to me, close, but not close enough for us to touch.

Nathan sits on a chair across from us, leaning back, his eyes on us curious. We’re all quiet for a while and then Nathan opens his mouth. “How long have you two been together?”

Wes jolts a little next to me and I slide my arm around his back, pulling him closer. “About a year, I think?”

Wes nods, leaning against me some. I feel the tension in his body, he’s scared. But I have a feeling that we’re all scared.

“Wes’ brother knows?”

“It would be hard not to, these days. Though, we did keep it from them for a long time.” It wasn’t easy, but we felt like we had to, we didn’t want to add to all of the s**t already going on. That, and it would have been inappropriate.

“How did you two meet?”

Wes stills, shaking his head. “Different question.” His voice is soft.

“Okay.” Nathan nods, I see him think it over for a while. “I assume you’ve been married, Wes?”

Wes nods. “Yes. I have.”

“Was your Alpha male or female?”

Wes takes a moment. “Male.”

Nathan nods and looks at me. “Have you?”

“No.” I take a deep breath. We’re sharing, right? “My parents had plans for me, but I went to college instead and then started working. I was promised to someone, but that fell through.” I shrug a little. Not wanting to go into that right now, it’s not really easy conversation material. “You?”

Nathan looks at the drink in his hand, then shakes his head. “No. At one point, I nearly was, but it turned out to be not what I was made to believe. That didn’t work out… She was…” His voice trails off, and he seems to retreat into his own head for a moment.

It seems like we’ve all diverted from the plans that others had set for us. We’re all defying the plans that had been set up for us before. We’re all outsiders to the world that has very set ideas about relationships and what is right and wrong.

“I was married and got pregnant right out of high school.” I’m surprised by Wes’ words. He normally doesn’t talk about this. He doesn’t like to talk about this past and definitely not about his ex.

“Oliver was born nine months later. I was nineteen. From that moment on, my life revolved around taking care of my house, my children and my husband.” He takes a deep breath.

“Until last year, that was all I’d ever known for the whole of my adult life. And I believed that that was all that I would ever know. That there was no way to change the life I had, no matter how bad it was. And then my brother, Clay, took me in, me and my kids, and I met Zeke and our friends. It changed everything.” There is a strength to his words that I don’t hear often.

“Thank you.” Nathan stands up, putting his glass down, then he sits on the other side of the couch and Wes turns a little, also turning in my arms, sitting against me closer.

“Thank you for telling me.” Nathan’s voice is rough. “It must have been hard. I’m sorry.” He reaches out and Wes puts his hand in Nathan’s.

Wes nods and I tighten my arms around Wes. Suddenly remembering the first time I saw him.

How pale he was, how he looked almost like a ghost, how defeated he looked. How hard it was to even get him to talk, let alone eat anything. And the kids, but especially Mia… It was horrible.

In those first days, those first weeks, there were moments where I was scared he wouldn’t make it to the next day.

I can’t let Wes go through that again.

My throat closes up and I push my face into Wes’ back. His back which I know has scars, his whole body is covered in scars, and then the ones on the inside, both physically and mentally. f**k.

I haven’t thought about this for a long time, so wrapped up in the present that I’d pushed the past away. I shake as I keep holding onto Wes tightly.

“Zeke…” Wes reaches up and touches my neck, running his fingers over the skin. “I know.” His voice sounds a little strangled too. He leans back against me more, and I pull him closer.

The couch dips and the next moment, Nathan has his arms wrapped around the both of us, holding tightly. I don’t know what it is, but it feels good. It feels good to be here, in his arms, and the tightness in my chest lessens.

I like this. A lot.

This feels… This feels safe, and suddenly I feel like I can actually breathe. Like the tightness inside lessens a little.

I feel like I can do this. I feel like I’m finally able to breathe a little easier and that I don’t have to do everything on my own.

I’m not sure how it happened, but somehow we’ve turned around and we’re now a bunch of limbs and body parts on the couch, holding onto each other tightly.

Nathan is in the middle and Wes and I are on either side of him, facing each other over his chest. We’ve been like this for a while now, and I’ve relaxed some, calmed down. I think we’ve all calmed down a little.

It feels so good, being here together. It feels safe and like this is the way it’s supposed to be. Like I’ve finally found my real place in this world.

I reach up and touch Wes’ cheek, running my fingers over it and then down to his jaw, until I run my fingers over his lips, his soft lips, which I’ve kissed many times.

I want to kiss him now I want to kiss him so badly, feel him, taste him. I need him, I need to feel him, make sure he’s still the same, that he’s really here. I need to love on him.

Wes comes up a little and puts his lips to mine. I’m surprised for a moment, not sure how we got to this point, but then I slide my hand behind his head and deepen the kiss. Teasing my tongue along his closed lips until he lets me in and then I push onward.

First exploring him, taking in the familiar flavours that are typically Wes, and then I push on more, taking his breath away, dominating him until he’s making small sounds of need against me.

Wes pulls back a little, his eyes darkened and his cheeks flushed. I love it when he looks like that, so lost in the desire, turned on, loved. They’re some of my fondest ways to think of Wes.

Then a low laugh makes me remember where we are. “Wow.” Nathan’s voice is hoarse. “That was…” He moves his hands a little, pulling us against him more, the touch setting my body aflame. “Can I join in too?”

I look at Wes, who takes my hand and then leans in closer to Nathan. I’m a little surprised that Wes is taking charge this time. I follow him, needing to know if there is more here.

We meet and I gasp as I feel not just one but two sets of lips at the same time. Nathan is rougher than Wes, but he feels good too, just in a different way. I tighten my grip on Wes’ hand and feel how their attention is now focused on me, both of them kissing me at the same time, their tongues playing with mine, sliding along mine and overwhelming all my senses.

Fuck. This feels so good. I want more. I need more. I need them. Together. At the same time. It’s the same need I felt when I first got close to Wes, and now again, with Nathan mixed in with us.

I push in closer and, together with Nathan, I now overwhelm Wes, who is letting out small sexy sounds and I feel him tighten up in our arms. Not out of fear, but out of arousal.

Wes pulls his hand from mine and wraps it around my back, pulling us both more on top of Nathan.

I can feel how this affects all of us, how we’re all hard, way too hard. This feels good. This feels so good.

I break the kiss, pulling back a little so I can get some air, my head light and my breathing much too shallow. This is… This is…

Fuck. Wow.

I look at Wes, using one hand to slide along his jaw, and he leans into it, his eyes closing momentarily. Then I reach out to Nathan, running my fingers over his lips, his darkened lips from the kissing.

I want them both. I want them both so badly. And that clears my head for a moment, because this is crazy. This is…

Fuck.

How can I want them both? At the same time?

Fuck.

This was not the plan.